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May 2023
You know the kind
Progress is near impossible
Stuck in the
Poor me
Big bogs
Buggy bug big bogs
Over-filled with frogs
Croaking painfully
With sore throats
Pooaaaoooaaaeeeeaaaaaooooor meeeeeeee!
Written by
Krista Delle Femine  50/F/Massachusetts
(50/F/Massachusetts)   
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